I am learning

Faster falling
Into the center

Here there is change
In the crumbling stone
You can smell it, see
It, it will consume you
The hurricane, the
Angry roots
They wither
And so do you, but
It does breath
The part of you learning
It dies, it lives

Ask

Am I the storm, the eruption
the super nova

The wind living
Am I dust or mountain?

Do not expect an answer.